Oh, sure, I could do a post about my family's Labor Day cook-out, and how my one nephew is fresh out of rehab (again), and how my niece's boyfriend was so drunk he fell over a chair, and how my sister Ditzy showed up driving her ex-boyfriend's car, but it just seemed unfair. Like shooting fish in a barrel.
My family alternately amuses the heck out of me and depresses me. I'd have to guess that I'm not alone there.
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When I get back from a family reunion, I always feel like I've done pretty well with the genetic material I was handed.
Exactly! It's, like, "I could have turned out so much worse!"
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